It must have been the mistletoe

[ersatzdivinity]

Kissing. Being kissed. Tis the season.

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[enshields]

Who says I haven't been?

[That's dryly said. Steve never took SERE - the modern iteration of the program, at least - but he learned his survival, evasion, resistance and escape in older times, and most of those tactics work on the battlefield as well as the ballroom floor.]

I've been keeping my distance.

[tothefly]

Smart man. Be smarter to not draw attention to it, though.

[Especially in front of someone who's perhaps a touch bored, here, despite the welcome respite from the interesting times they're living in lately.]

You know, tempting fate and all.

[enshields]

[That gets a laugh. Somehow, he's not sure Natasha is the sort of person who believes in fate.]

Practically my middle name. Tempting fate. The hell Buck gave me every time he heard I was jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

[tothefly]

He's not wrong. You know, it's hell on your knees, especially at your age.

[Now it's her turn to smile, the kind that warms her eyes just a touch. Not all of them make it that far. More often than not, they don't even fully touch her lips. But teasing Steve Rogers, well. A girl's gotta get her kicks somewhere, right?]

[enshields]

[He rolls his eyes rather pointedly, ha, ha, he's almost a hundred, what a real side-splitter. You're hilarious, Nat.]

I'll pick up some shark cartilage later. Isn't that supposed to be good for the joints?

[... he watches a lot of infomercials. This is what happens when you don't need much sleep.]